When you’re hot, you’re hot

However, it bears repeating: This Miami boy, who still pronounces the city’s name properly as My-am-muh and who picked up and left for more temperate climates in Northern California in the late ’80s, doesn’t handle the heat as well as he used to. Having said this, last week’s heat wave knocked me out.

So while the mercury is starting to ramp up yet again, I need to get going to make up for lost time.